Divine Truths of Autumn Sunrise

Me, Myself, and I

Intro: This is a piece dated back to 2003 when I was desperately trying to find myself. I’d been recently divorced, had moved to a state away from friends, family, and everyone I’d known. It was my first true attempt at independence, and I felt lost. It’s when I did some of my very best soul searching. Is the writing grand and wonderful? Perhaps not, but the results for me were…

“Me, Myself, and I”Written by:Wendi Friend2003

What would happen if
all the feelings I possess inside
were suddenly, somehow
personified?

How many beings all together
would there actually be
if physical form were given
to each separate aspect of me?

First would be the scribe,
the part of me who writes;
the one who sleeps throughout the day,
coming to life for inspiring nights.

The writer would take form first
because she’s who I’ve always been
before I embarked upon the journey
that leads even deeper within.

Next would come the mystic,
the part of me who has always known
intuition and universal power
through which the rest of me is shown

the right path on which to step
when life is draped in black,
the one who moves forward fearlessly,
while the rest, in fear, turn back.

One being would be a mother,
while yet another is a child.
One being would be conservative,
still another would be wild.

Of course, we’d meet the addict
whose crutches are in control —
who’d be met, then, by the warden
who is also always on patrol.

On one hand there’d be a goddess,
glorious, righteous and true —
On the other hand, the she-devil.
There’s nothing she wouldn’t do.